The Game of Prose

“Safe”

Reach your hand and take hold
Can you wake me up
Cruised then crashed, caught off guard

Say the words, reveal it
Can you take me in
Under waves, an echoed voice

Dig deep and give your heart
Can you pull me out
Prospective and inevitable

Make eye contact and lock it
Can you make me feel
Cage limbs, safe and sound

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